Thursday, December 6, 2012

The Lady of Shallott

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road runs byTo many-tower'd Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalott. more >>